This is just a quick shoutout to my fellow mid-twentysomethings who are single.  So often, my facebook page is filled with people with their babies and their partners and often they are accompanied by posts about how happy someone is in this life and how they don’t know how they got along without their familial responsibility beforehand.  And that’s great.  For you.

But as a single woman, I’m not really supposed to brag on myself or my singleness.  And that right there is some BS.  Because my singledom is wonderful and the majority of my friends are single (as in not married, not as in not booed up), and this is a quick caps off to us.

Here’s to NOT waking up early on Saturdays to take our offspring to puppet shows and instead going to brunch and having morning liquor.  Here’s to coming home at the end of a long day at work and taking off your pants because who-the-hell-cares.  Here’s to sleeping sprawled out on the bed, limbs in every direction, because that queen size is for you alone.  Here’s to date nights followed by passionate, non-procreative sex (also known as sodomy), and basking in that orgasmic glow.  Here’s to dinners out whenever you feel like it, no need to plan in advance.  Here’s to searching for Mister or Misses Right but having fun with Partner Right-Now along the way.  Here’s to drinking alone and eating cheese while marathoning “Scandal” or “Love & Hip-Hop” or “Jane the Virgin” all Saturday and not feeling guilty.  Here’s to enjoying your solo 20s and making the best of this part of your life when you’re probably saddled with student loan debt and indecision.  Here’s to spending Friday nights however the hell you want, and feeling free and clear to do so.  Here’s to discovering you and not feeling one iota of societal pressure to do anything but.  And here’s to curling up next to a great guy or girl if you want because that’s cool too.

Here’s to our awesome twenties!

(Also please vote in November.  For anyone but Donald Trump.)